She showed me the photo she’d taken without my knowing it And I looked at it And I looked at it And I said nothing It wasn’t… Read more “Like I was Art”
I’m from 3 books at the library on Wednesday evenings
and talking too fast to be understood
We are infinite, God and I. Some infinities are simply larger than other infinities. That’s math; I learned it from a John Green novel.
Bury me in an old graveyard…
These are moments I wouldn’t trade for a world Moments of coming home A step ahead of the storm Moments of running out to greet it Moments… Read more “Storm Moments”
Today I wander out into the rained world Looking for what? I don’t know But I am looking. The colors are different in a rained world All… Read more “A Rained World”
But why are you here? Glowing in the town-lit darkness far from your green-growing sisters. Were you a grubby, child-fisted gift? But who would drop that? Perhaps… Read more “How Came You Here?”